Let be a nightmare, let be dream, let it a vision, Harry begged in his mind, is not real, it can't be. His eyes were closed, he did not want to open them, fearing what had happened was real
"Harry…" a voice called.
The voice was hardly audible to him. Harry's head was aching so bad that he didn't even want to know what the hell is/was going on.
"Harry…"
Even with his aching head, he could tell that it wasn't Ginny, as he had hoped. Nothing can be worse, right, Harry thought, okay 1, 2, 3
He opened his eyes. He almost shut them immediately seeing the face of Dumbledore but something caught his eyes. This Dumbledore was filled with kindness and had a peaceful look about his face; hell, he was even smiling.
"Professor, is that you…"
The old man chuckled slightly, "The one and only, Harry."
"Are you a ghost?" Harry asked.
"No, I have come to you to offer guidance in a form of memory and can only come if you really needed it," was the old man's answer.
"Help me Professor. I don't know what to do, tell me."
"Harry, I can only tell suggestions, the journey is up to you."
"Huh?"
"Remember Harry, it was your ability to love that separate you from Voldermort. It wasn't your ability to hate, to kill, to fear, or to be angry."
Harry was tired of the blabbering old man, "What the hell do you mean?"
Dumbledore smirked, "How the hell am I suppose to know, I am a crazy old (not mentioning dead) man, remember?"
Harry stared.
"Love, Harry, is my only advice. You get into this by yourself, you can yourself out... so long, my friend," with that Dumbledore vanished.
Ginny was scared. After all, Harry had disappeared before her, what more, the skull had disappeared too. She knew she had two choices, either turn back and find Ron and Hermione, or walk forward in to god knows what. Her logic told her turn back, her common sense told her to go back, her heart told herto go forward.
"Screw my common sense and logic," Ginny said aloud and took a step forward.
"Hermione, that hurts like hell… what the hell are you doing?" Ron whined.
"Stop being a pansy Ron," Hermione said annoyed, "I am running checks on you to make sure you are alright, it doesn't hurt that much."
"Pity the patient if you ever become a healer," Ron muttered under his breath.
"Ron, you shouldn't mumble, I can't understand a thing you said," Hermione said, purposely poking Ron with her wand with more force than required.
Ron winced, "I said you're a beautiful witch. Now stop it," Hermione couldn't help but smirking.
"Do you think Harry and them are alright?" Hermione said.
"Honestly woman, Harry is fine," Ron said.
"Hmm… I don't know… maybe I should go after them."
"Yea, okay, and leave me here, all by myself… don't worry about me, eh?" Ron said rather sarcastically.
The sarcasm missed Hermione, "You are right, I should go after them. See you later Ron."
"No I was… Hermione," Ron cried out in vain, "Oh well I'll be fine."
Ginny stared at the darkness before her; she did not know how she got here. She had taken a step forward as the cave dissolved before her. She sensed movement somewhere in the darkness.
"Harry?" she called hopefully. No one answered. A shape emerged out of the shadows. Ginny strain to see as the shape became sharper. Ginny looked at the now cleared man. She couldn't breath.
"Hello Ginerva Weasely,"
"Tom…"
Harry tried for the fifth time to stand up, each time without success. He now gave up and lay on the ground. He was still in the darkness. The golden skull was gone. He could really care less about that. Suddenly the view changed, Harry was the department of mysteries looking at the dueling Bellatrix and Sirius, The same duel that happened four years ago. Harry watched helpless as Bellatrix hit Sirius with the stunning the spell and Sirius felling through the veil. The scene stopped and rewound playing the duel again. Harry watched in horror as he saw his godfather died again and again. He closed his eyes but the image won't go away.
A/N: well? review!